A Poem
A Little Dog Angel

High up in the courts of heaven today A little dog angel waits; with the other angels he will not play, but he sits alone at the gates, "For I know that my master will come,"says he, "And when he comes he will call for me." And his master far on the earth below, As he sits in his easy chair, Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low For the dog that is not there: And the little dog angel cocks his ears And dreams that his master's call he hears. And I know that at last when his master waits Outside, in the dark and cold for the hand of death to open the gates that lead to thos courts of gold, The little dog angels' eager bark Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark. Author Unknown